Chris Rice - Wind and spirit

I hear a ^Gm#sound and turn to see A new direction on that rusty weather^Dvane ^ESuddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred To s^Bmcratch their circle dances down the ^E7lane And now the ^Gm#sturdy oaks start clappin’ With the last few stubborn leaves that won’t let^D go I can ^Ehear Old Glory snappin’ And her^Bm tattered rope now clangin’ against th^E7e pole (CHORUS) And my breath is snatched a^Away And a tear comes to my e^Eye Feels like somethin’s on the^A way So I lo^Dok up to the sky

F^Arom the corners ^Dof creation C^Eomes the Father’^E7s holy breath R^Aidin’ on a storm with^D tender fierceness ^BmStirring my ^Asoul to ^Eholi^Gm#ness ^DStirring my ^Asoul to ^Eholines^As (VERSE2) I see the lifeless dust now resurrected Swirling up against my window pane And carried ‘cross the distance Come the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain And out across the amber field The slender grasses bend and bow And kiss the ground And in them I see the beauty of the souls Who let the Spirit lay them down (CHORUS) And it takes my breath away And a tear comes to my eye Feels like somethin’s on the way So I look up to the sky I look up to the sky and

And like a ^Emighty wind blows with a force I ^Gm#cannot see I will o^Cm#pen wide my w^Gm#ings, I will o^Cm#pen wide my w^Gm#ings I will o^Cm#pen wide my w^Gm#ings and let the S^Dpirit ^Ecarry ^Ame